There he stands, grabbing his shattered shoulder watching his first and one true love burn before him. Ever since he was young he loved it, being able to make music from that beautiful brown grand piano that stood in the corner of his childhood house. His memories going back before elementary school, now burnt in ashes.
From first being scared of touching the white and black keys, always fascinated by its beauty. “I feel so nice mom” he’d say. Before he knew, he neglected the instrument. As he grew up, it collected dust.
Fast forward a few years later, he stood feeling awkward, but started playing like he never stopped in the first place.
Now he stands in front of where his first love once stood, not to see an inch of it left. Just before it disappeared into oblivion, it’s almost like it said “You’ll meet me in some way, shape, or form. I’ll never give up on you.” Like that, it was over. Thinking he’ll never be able to play again, he stands before what was once his brown grand piano that stood in the corner of his childhood house. He stands before what was once his first love.
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Wings
Short StoryEach of them have their own problems, their own demons if you will. The seven struggle in their own journey, but they find strength within each other. Short stories of each of their lives going from their solos in WINGS.
